Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Thursday, October 7, 2010

AUDREY'S STORY ...



Before you get all "how dare you want to be a housewife" on us, let's get this out of the way: we have jobs. We love our careers. And that's kind of the problem ... how the hell do you do all the stuff that you're supposed to as a woman/wife/girlfriend/person while still doing your full time job that leaves you tired at night? Or are we the only ones who just don't get it?

Let's rewind 12 hours:

My boyfriend and I went to dinner last night with a recently engaged couple. Half way through the wife-to-be telling me about her day, I started to shrink in my chair. If the wine hadn't been $14 a glass, I would have ordered two more glasses to chug.
Here's my typical day:
- wake up. Complain .
- try to work out. This in itself felt like an accomplishment. Boyfriend and I make it to the gym by 8 which for us is a huge deal. I last 20 minutes on the treadmill.
- go to work
- lunch break aka gossip time
- come home and take dog out for short walk. Ooops, forgot to buy him food. I can do that tomorrow, right?
- go on the internet and look at dumb blogs that serve no purpose (or do they?)
- decide to go out to dinner because we haven't grocery shopped and we're too lazy to figure it out.
- sleep

Here was her typical day:
- wake up
- prep dinner for she and her and fiance (this is where I start sweating ...)
- go to work
- go to gym at lunch break and get work done while on treadmill for the whole hour
- come home and make beautiful, mouth watering dinner that she had prepped that morning
- serve fiance cheese while cooking
- watch a TV show and discuss
- sign up for a class to better herself
- peacefully go to sleep

Where did I go wrong? I have a very capable role model of a mother who managed to work, raise 5 kids, feed us, seem like she was around a lot, keep the house clean ... I guess I just didn't pick up anything from her?

So that's it - I must figure it out. I must figure out how to do all of this stuff and still have time to decompress in a calming yoga class. You know, because I don't break a sweat - it's just sooooo easy for me. (a girl can dream.)

Plus, I want to be a woman you want as a wife. There, I said it.